A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

One hour later, the black vortex over the hills had stopped spinning.

A black sphere with a diameter of more than ten yards slowly emerges from the vortex, swept down from time to time by black light and summer, pouring wildly onto the tall flags on both sides of the lower method array.

And by restraining force, two giant hammers passed a strand of pure power to the eye of the giant legal formation.

At this moment, a small law formation at the top of the hill is completely covered in black light and chamomile.

Han Li's body was all submerged in it. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything in it.

There are no other sounds in the vicinity besides the low sounds of the array emanating from the operation of the Falun Front.

With the passing of time, huge black spheres hovering at height gradually become smaller.

This is naturally due to the rapid passage of pure Yin Qi.

Suddenly there was a loud sound of drinking in the method array, and the black light shook and shook.

Then “Bang”, a fist big green light broke open and rushed outside, a circle of wanting to fly in a certain direction.

But after a cold hum, a golden sword light also lashed out of Black Xia. After a flash, it instantly turned into an eye-catching golden light to roll the green light into it, crushing the chopped.

Kuroxia rolled over for a while and immediately became thin, revealing the presence of the three players inside.

At the same time, the small light array stopped buzzing and temporarily stopped.

“Thank you two Daoists, the first mark has been removed, let's start one below!” A moment later, Han Li's somewhat tired voice came out of Black Xia, but there was still a hint of excitement in the voice.

“Brother Han, with so much pubic breath, can your body really support it? Do you want to take a little rest before proceeding?” A pleasant female voice asked with some concern.

“Thank you for your kindness. But time is running out, and the remaining three stamps must be resolved quickly, and the delay will change.” Han Li laughed bitterly.

“Since Brother Han felt safe, I and my sister stopped persuading him. Daoyou really can't hold on, just give it to him in advance.” Yen Li's voice also came out soberly.

“Han knows. Let's go on down there.” Han Li seemed to smile, but did not hesitate.

So in a light sigh of Yuan Yao, the black daylight in the Pharaoh rose and buzzed again.

In Black Xia, the vaguely shaped Yuan Yao Er Daughter, once again applied a painted black light column, did not enter the Korean 3D...

At the same time, hundreds of thousands of miles from Han Li et al., on a thousand mountains, a green man stood on a boulder with a suspicious stare in the direction of Han Li

“How is it possible that the mark I left was actually destroyed? According to theory, these marks cannot be forcibly extracted by a monk above the combined level. Is there anyone else who can help him? ”

The figure is tall, has a beautiful face, and is definitely wood and green.

For some reason, this woman didn't come alone to look for Han Li with Six Pairs and others.

And along the way, she also performed secretarial work to provoke the mark in Han's 3D, forcing Han Li to destroy her mark first.

“That's a little troublesome. The impression that the seal eventually destroys should be true in this direction, but with so much space, it's not easy to search. I'll just have to take my chances.” After a few frowning murmurs, the woman no longer hesitated to shake her figure and turned into a green rainbow.

Another white bone pervaded the wilderness, the three of them puppets, floating in the sky, facing each other.

“Brother Six Foot! Now that I've broken off the Torah and the two Thunderbeasts, it's time for you to take out the Midwater Milk and divide the three of them equally.” Speaking is a man standing on the shoulder of a purple blood puppet and wrapped in a bloody mist.

“Has Daoyou ever ignored our call before? Has he thought independently of himself? Brother Six Foot will not forget the vows I made before we left, and the prohibition of each other with blood spells. If I wait for a few people to start the restraint with major energy damage, Taoist repair will also lose most of it.” The white-haired beauty, embraced by eight ghost kings, said with a gloomy face.

A man wearing a black robe with double eyes is naturally six feet long.

At this moment, he floated across the street from the gray-haired beauty and others, his eyes swept across from the two of them, finally opening faintly:

“As I intended, I naturally wanted to divide my milk equally with several Taoists. But unfortunately, the milk in the pool was only taken once a while ago. The rest is barely enough for me. How to split it with you. Let's see, I own all the milk. I have a lot of other rare things in exchange for not letting you go to the White Robe. What do you guys think? ”

“What rare thing can be compared to the divine milk of the river? Unless you have a psychotropic potion that has a divine effect on the advanced multiplication, other things are worth more in the eyes of ordinary monks, and what's the use to us who build them like this?” The beauty with white hair looked heavy and said angrily.

The bloodrobe listened to this, his eyes flashed a few times, but he did not speak immediately.

“Blood on the ground, man. What do you think?” The man who saw the blood robe did not say no, and asked directly by name in six legs.

Although there are two in front of them, as long as one of them is willing to agree to this condition, the other will naturally not be able to object. After all, Six Foot Fixed to be one of the two far winners, only one is not his opponent at all.

“Blood! You're not really old enough to agree to that.” The white-haired beauty turned her head and said coldly.

“If there is really only one piece of Dark Goddess Milk left, even if Six Foot Dollars really wants to share it with us. The quantity is so scarce, it's not very useful to us. If it still belongs to one person, what difference does it make now? Or does Randolph think he should have this milk?” The bloodrobe man said low.

“What the bloodbath says is extreme! That's what I thought.” Six feet of gloom and a smile.

The beautiful woman with white hair smiled slightly, but said with a cold smile:

“Who knows if he really only has a slice of milk in his hand, we can't see it for ourselves. ”

“Nice! That's what I hesitate to do. Six Paws, should you prove to me what you just said?” Blood robes glisten in the eyes, staring at the six-footed face without putting it up.

“The divine milk action of the Underworld is only divine for the first time. The second time it is taken and washed, it plays a minimal role. That should also be clear to the two Daoists. Unless I'm out of my mind, I'll turn my face over for useless things and two Daoists. You two still don't know how to load the Divine Milk of the Underworld River.” Six feet were silent for a moment, half a breath later said.

“What do you mean, six-footed friend? Is there anything other than the removal of the divine milk of the river than cutting off the relevant spiritual veins?” The white-haired beauty questioned.

Six legs flashed green, sleeves trembled, one thing flew out and fell into the hand. Then gently lift up.

It is a crystal clear rectangular brick, as if it were made of crystal. Exceptionally smooth and clear surface.

At the center of this brick, there is a fist-sized brick of fresh red liquid that swings gently inside. Though across a layer of crystal, it still exudes a surprising amount of spirituality from the brick and quickly forms a creamy white mist that circles around.

The look of this brick wrapped around the eye.

“This object, called the Quench Brick, was specially developed by the Kui clan to extract and store the Divine Milk of the Pluto River. As soon as this object is placed under the pool of the underground palace, it merges with the spiritual vein. It's hard to get it out again. Once absorbed in this object, unless there is a secret symbol specific to the Hui clan, it is the Combined Brothers, who will not be able to remove the milk for a short period of time. It will not be possible to refine this brick until we have quietly refined this object for more than 10 years, using real fire in our bodies. Now, how much milk do you have? Two Daoists can personally identify it.” Six-legged calm abnormally said.

“The gas of this object is indeed similar to the smell of spiritual mist in that pool, and it should be the Middle-River milk. But don't you think Taoist is exaggerating that I can't destroy it?” The man's eyes swept on the crystal brick a few times, and he didn't realize the colour of greed was flashing, while he said unbelievably.

“It seems empty to say nothing. In this way, I put this object over my head. The two Daoists can attack this object as far away as possible. If I can hurt this object in half, I will immediately serve the divine milk of the river. If not, this belongs to me. I'll compensate the other two Daoists? Otherwise, even if a few Taoists provoked the blood spell, it wouldn't be any better. Instead, other people may be cheaper here.” Six feet and a little bit of silence, I can't believe I said this.

“Are you serious?” The beautiful woman with white hair's eyes lit up and was very enthusiastic.

“I'm right here, there's nothing to cheat about.” Six feet hey hey chuckled...

“Okay, that's settled.” The gray-haired beauty promised to come down, apparently with some confidence in herself.

“If I can't break this thing, I don't want anything else in exchange. I just want Six Foot Brothers to accompany me to the tomb and help me get two treasures out.” The man in the blood robe said that after a few flashes of vision.

“To the grave? Though they have been dead for many years, the demons have become psychic, a few points more powerful than the usual ones. Plus, deep there is an abnormal mixture of magic and pubic gas, and the average person can't walk inside. Didn't Kiyoshi and you break into each other once last time and return without success? ‘Six frowns wrinkled and seemed extremely reluctant to do so.

“Why do six-footed friends know about advisors? Since Han Boy is not dead, there is his evil god Thunder to open the way, with the help of Six Foot Brothers, there will be no problem in this trip. Ki Qingdao's friend suddenly left on the way, maybe he had already found it.” (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)